Day: October 1, 2018

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Solitude: Collections from an amateur poet


Friends come and friends go,

All the memories leave in a flow.

Now I know how victims feel 

when the bullies push and threat to kill.

Nobody to protect them; they’re all alone.

But friends will sit and moan and moan.

Then when they move and leave you behind,

You have nothing to do and can only hide.

That lonely feeling which makes you remember,

The laughter and love that you thought would last forever.

And now I’m sitting here all alone,

Nobody to hug, to sit with or moan.